text_original: That Italian gentleman of the world, with his bowler hat, his skittle alley, his gramophone, who had planted himself down in this temple of wild harmony, was he not Progress itself—the blind figure with the stomach full of new meats and the brain of raw notions?
text_transcription: THAT ITALIAN GENTLEMAN OF THE WORLD WITH HIS BOWLER HAT HIS SKITTLE ALLEY HIS GRAMOPHONE WHO HAD PLANTED HIMSELF DOWN IN THIS TEMPLE OF WILD HARMONY WAS HE NOT PROGRESS ITSELF THE BLIND FIGURE WITH THE STOMACHFUL OF NEW MEATS AND THE BRAIN OF RAW NOTIONS
phonemes: ðæt ɪtˈæliən dʒˈɛntəlmən ʌvðə wˈɜːld, wɪð hɪz bˈoʊlɚ hˈæt, hɪz skˈɪɾəl ˈæli, hɪz ɡɹˈæməfˌoʊn, hˌuː hæd plˈæntᵻd hɪmsˈɛlf dˌaʊn ɪn ðɪs tˈɛmpəl ʌv wˈaɪld hˈɑːɹməni, wʌz hiː nˌɑːt pɹˈɑːɡɹɛs ɪtsˈɛlf—ðə blˈaɪnd fˈɪɡjɚ wɪððə stˈʌmək fˈʊl ʌv nˈuː mˈiːts ænd ðə bɹˈeɪn ʌv ɹˈɔː nˈoʊʃənz?